Page 52 of Smokin' Situation

“Do it,” I growled, knowing what she wanted.

Her smile grew, and she grasped the sides of my shirt in the opening, the sound of buttons flying making us both laugh as I looked down at the three buttons she’d managed to pop off my shirt. I reached down to untuck it from my jeans, my hands pushing hers out of the way to rip it the rest of the way open.

“Oh no, your shirt is ruined. Guess you’ll have to take it off,” she laughed, and I shook my head at her, unbuttoning the cuffs and shrugging off the damaged material. “Now the belt.”

She grasped the end of my belt after I unbuckled it, slowly drawing it toward her. I watched as she folded it in half, playfully cracking the leather in front of herself. “Have you ever been spanked, Tripp?”

“There’s a first time for everything,” I mused, unbuttoning my jeans.

Rhey hooked a finger in the waistband of my boxer briefs, teasingly dragging her fingertip across the head of my hard cock. “Maybe I’ll bend you over this island next.”

“Maybe.” I grasped her hand, lifting it to kiss her palm. “But it won’t be tonight.”

Dropping to my knees, I yanked her forward, taking a slow lick up the center of her slit, groaning as I realized exactly how wet she was.

Her fingers dug into my hair, gripping hard and holding me in place as I licked and sucked her sensitive flesh, groaning into her pussy. The sounds of her moans and whimpers just spurred me on, my beard scraping against her skin in a way that was sure to leave marks.

“Oh fuck,” she moaned, cupping the back of my head as she panted, watching me with rapt attention. “Fingers, fuck me with your fingers.”

Leaning back to draw in a breath, I brought two fingers to her pussy, curling them inside until she drew in a sharp breath, letting out a loud moan as she clenched around them.

“Like that, baby?” I asked, knowing I hit the spot when her eyes rolled back in her head, her arms shaking as she struggled to hold herself up. “Are you going to come for me, beautiful girl?”

“Oh God, yes,” she keened, her entire body arching as she fell over the edge, milking my fingers. Once the pulses subsided, I removed them slowly and placed them into my mouth while I watched her catch her breath.

I was hard as fuck, but I’d wait to see if she wanted me to fuck her on the counter or take her back to my bed. With how amped up I was, I was down for both.

“Why are your pants still on?” she laughed, reaching down to yank me toward her by a belt loop.

“Someone hasn’t told me to take them off.” I arched an eyebrow, and she shook her head at me, but her smile showed she liked it when I waited for her to tell me what to do.

“Well, I’m telling you now, lose the jeansandthe underwear.”

She sat up, helping me slide the worn denim and cotton down, my hard cock bobbing in the space between us. Her warm palm encircled my shaft, and I groaned, watching her draw me between her spread legs.

“Now I need you to fuck me until you come inside me.”

Slowly shifting my hips forward, I slid through her wetness; the head dipping inside of her. “And if I don’t want to fuck you?”

“Pretty sure you already are,” she whispered, inching forward to take me in further.

“This isn’t fucking, baby. This is me loving on you.” I hadn’t meant to say that word like this, but I didn’t regret it. There was nothing more that I wanted right now than to love her with my body. Show her how addicted I’d become to her. To the smiles and the way she looked at me. Even when I wanted to throttle her for putting herself in danger.

I wanted it all with her.

“Then love me.” Her voice was breathy as she wrapped her legs around my waist, drawing me into her fully. I braced my hands oneither side of her hips, capturing her lips with mine as I drew back, plunging forward again and again.

Rhey was right there with me, rocking into my movements, gripping my hair, tracing my cheeks with her fingers, digging her nails into my chest, our mouths only parting to gasp in shaky breaths before we dove back in.

“I’m gonna come again,” she whimpered, wrapping her hands around my waist and rocking into my thrusts, clinging to me like she needed me as much as I needed her.

“Let go, sweetheart,” I whispered into her ear, grasping her hips and holding her still while I picked up the pace, pistoning my hips into the cradle of her thighs.

Her neck arched back, her body shaking as she fell over the edge, squeezing me with her release.

“Come in me,” she cried, watching me holding back, my hips faltering with the intense pleasure as the aftershocks of her orgasm rippled around my cock. “Please.”

“Hold on,” I panted, pulling her close and burying my face in her neck as my thrusts picked up. She wrapped her arms around my waist, her fingers clenching my lower back, beneath the damaged skin. She dug her nails in as she panted against my chest, little moans escaping her lips with each thrust. Spurred on, I groaned into her neck, loving that she wasn’t afraid to be rough with me. “Fuck, sweetheart, I love your marks on me.”

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